Hey Everyone – Major delay, I know and my apologies yet again. There are only two chapters left. I hope you enjoy and it fills your smutty needs!
Kirsten figured that this was it. This was Sandy Cohen's last chance to make some sense of what they were to each other. Kirsten felt that she did her part. She gave him more chances that she really felt he deserved, but she couldn't help it. She wanted to have some sort of relationship with Sandy that was not built on crazy drama and insane jealousy. She knew that they would probably end up nothing more than friends with benefits, but she didn't care. She wanted to have another sexual experience with him. She couldn't block out what she felt the first time around. Before Sandy, she never really understood what mind blowing sex was all about. Before Sandy, she didn't think all those times with Jimmy, she ever really achieved an orgasm. She thought she did, but it never felt like it did when she was with Sandy. Knees shaking, body trembling, pulsating vagina were just some of the things she never experienced and desperately wanted to happen again. She felt she did all she could. She had given him one more chance and now it was up to him if he wanted to act on it.
Sandy had been thinking about Kirsten since she left him on the porch that night. He knew he didn't deserve another shot, but she granted it to him, so he was not going to blow it. He figured out by now that he couldn't worry about the future. He was going to concentrate on the present and take her advice not to think too much about all the things that could go wrong.
It was Paul that convinced him to stop living in the past. He saw how upset Sandy was with Trevor and the whole strip poker thing and wanted to explain to him how the situation outwardly looked.
"Dude, you are going to drive yourself crazy. You obviously have feelings for her that you are having trouble hiding these days. As your friend, what I am about to say might sting a bit, but someone has to get through that thick head of yours. Rebecca..."
"Don't bring her up. She has nothing to do with this."
"Sandy, she has everything to do with the way you have been acting lately. You just don't realize it."
"You think you know about this, but you don't."
"You don't think I don't know how you feel about Kirsten. This is the first time I have actually seen you care about something other than law school. I mean, really give a crap and it is nice to see that you are not just a hard shell of a human being. You don't think I can see how scared you are? That you might actually have to open your heart and your mind to someone new. That you are going to have to take a risky chance on this. You don't think I can see you are equally scared that you are going to lose her if you don't act on this soon. I am your best friend Sandy. I can see all of this and you better wake up because if you don't, you are going to go back to not caring about anyone but yourself."
That was all Sandy needed to hear, to realize Paul was one hundred percent right. He didn't want to end up alone because he was too scared to be hurt again. He didn't want to go through his life, experiencing all of life's great milestones, and have no one to share the memories with. Rebecca molded him into this callous, self centered, closed off person and he didn't want to play that part anymore. Not if he could have Kirsten in his life, even if it was just for a little while.
Kirsten was sitting in her usual spot in the quad underneath an oak tree when he spotted her. She had an hour in between classes and hardly ever went back to her dorm room. She liked studying outside and enjoying the beautiful weather. He stared at her from a distance wondering how to make his move.
She saw him in the distance just standing there, not talking to anyone, not moving. She thought he looked funny, almost as if he was talking to himself. She had to force herself to look down so her eyes would not meet his. At this point, he didn't deserve anything more from her. He was going to have to work at this, if he wanted something to transpire between them.
He started walking over, not having a plan in mind. He figured he would just be himself. Conversation between them, whether positive or negative, always flowed. As he got closer, he started to lose his nerve. She looked more beautiful than he ever remembered her to be, if that was possible. He watched the way she carried herself, and the best way to describe it was elegance. She had such poise and grace, like she has been bred to walk with only the best. He knew she was way out of his league, but he couldn't stay away any longer. He looked down at his wrinkled khakis and vowed from that moment on, to try to look more presentable. He stood above her, waiting to notice him, but she must not have seen him standing there.
She felt his presence but would not give him the satisfaction of looking in his direction. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from cracking a smile. She was not going to make this easy for him.
He sat down next to her and sighed loudly.
Without looking up from her books she said, "Tough day?"
He took a seat next to her. He was looking at the side of her head waiting for the moment where their eyes met and his insides melt away. He realized that she wasn't going to pay any attention to him. He lifted her chin with his index finger, turning her head to face him. "Not anymore."
His eyes were as expressive as a novel. They were wide with anticipation of some sort of response. They were moving back and forth searching for some underlying answer she was going to give him. They were serious and almost frightened because he was taking a chance on coming up to her in the first place.
She wanted to play the tough girl. She wanted to make it like she didn't care that it took him three days after she left him on that porch to finally speak to her again. But as she looked into those piercing blue eyes, she read the fear in his eyes and couldn't play games with his head. She smiled her mega-watt smile, not because she was letting him off the hook, but because she couldn't help it. He made her smile and gave her the inability to think clearly and she liked that about him. She was able to forget about the existing world around her when she was in his company.
His eyes spoke volumes of relief. This might not be as hard as he thought. His eyes moved from her blue ones down to her lips. He wanted to kiss her right then and there, but didn't want to push the envelope. He had to stop thinking and act. He moved his index finger from her chin, and slid his entire hand onto her cheek, cupping her face. He leaned in quickly and without turning back, kissed her square on the lips. He didn't dare open his mouth. He wanted this to be a sweet and spontaneous, not slobbering and uncomfortable.
Where did that come from? She couldn't help but be surprised. She stood still, not encouraging him, but not pulling away. Honestly, she didn't know what to do. A part of her wanted to be mad at his boldness, but the other part spoke louder. She wished they were somewhere more private, where she could let go of all her inhibitions. Sandy pulled back and broke her out of those thoughts, for now.
"What was that for?" Her tougher side spoke, trying to hide how pleased she was.
"Nothing. I just felt like it." He was being honest, but then started to worry. "Is that okay? I hope it was. I am trying to too second guess all my actions with you and you look incredible and I really wanted to kiss you and..."
"Okay okay okay. I didn't expect a thesis of an explanation." She was laughing at him now.
"So, I'm done for the day and was wondering what you were up to."
"It's eleven o'clock! How can you be done for the day?"
"Second semester senior, with an acceptance letter to Berkeley Law. I am pretty much done in general."
"Well unlike you, I have a one o'clock class. Second semester sophomores don't have all your luxuries."
"Blow it off. Hang out with me. It'll be fun."
"What did you have in mind?" She was intrigued.
"Well I have a lot in my mind, but I am trying to continue on the path of being a gentleman." He smiled as thoughts of her naked danced through his mind.
She was more than intrigued. Was he suggesting what she thought he was suggesting? She thought about all the feelings he brought out in her. "If you don't tell me what you are thinking, I can't agree to anything."
The smile from his face faded. He couldn't believe she was even entertaining something he was not even serious about.
"Sandy, are you okay?"
"Believe me, I don't think you want to know what goes on through my mind every time I see you."
She looked up at him and his eyes were serious, but also lustful. "I can imagine." She smiled her best seductive smile, not knowing what else to say. She never played these games. This was Sandy's department. He must be used to having these types of word exchanges with women all the time. Kirsten and Jimmy always had to plan sex out because they were young and always had to sneak around. It was never this exciting or desperate.
"So are you willing to blow off your class?"
"Well I have about two hours before my class. I hardly doubt I am going to miss it."
At first, he was glad he was going to spend time with her, but then he caught on to what she was saying. She started to get up, her mind focusing on the quickest route to her dorm room. She started to walk away, knowing her last comment would get him to follow her.
He quickly rose to his feet and jogged to catch up to her. "Ouch! That actually hurt. You wound me with your harsh words." He wanted to explain that his sexual performances in the past have never been something women laughed at or judged him on. That was the one area he was confident about.
"Sandy, I'm kidding." The truth was Kirsten knew he was a little bit self conscious about his performance on that fateful night, and she loved having that over him. She thought he was great in every aspect, but would never let him know it. She knew he would be, he was chock full of experience.
"Are you?"
"Maybe!"
"You know, you should never kid with a man about that kind of thing. It destroys his ego and plays games with his head ultimately carrying over to the next experience."
She stopped and turned to face him, her dorm building within site. "You can't be serious!"
"I'm very serious! I have never had any complaints in that department before, and now you've got me second guessing my every move."
"It didn't seem like you were second guessing anything that night, plus you made a promise to me." She continued walking, knowing again, he would follow.
He watched her walk away from him, hips swaying from side to side in a short skirt and heeled shoes. He would be crazy not to follow this girl to the moon if she asked. "And what promise was that?"
"That it would be better the next time!"
"So you admit it wasn't up to par the first time?" He was nervous, almost not wanting to hear her answer.
Kirsten knew she had no right to judge. She couldn't make a comparison. "You're the expert, you tell me."
Sandy thought about how her body looked in black lingerie, how good her kisses felt, how the sounds of her moaning was like music to his ears, the image of her half closed eyelids looking up at him as he entered her turned him on. He thought about how, for the first time ever, he had no control of his own body as he felt himself release everything he was trying to hold back. She had the ability to make him come faster than anyone ever had in the past. He knew he was falling for her at that very moment. He could spend a lifetime of monogamous sex if she had that effect on him every time.
"Well obviously from your jabbing about length of time or lack there of, I would have to say it was incredible. I realize, due to the quickness of it, you didn't feel the same way."
They arrived at her dorm and she slid the key into the front door letting herself and Sandy in. "I never said that."
Sandy couldn't believe that he was here under these pretenses. Was she setting him up for a greater downfall? That would seem likely because things were going too well. "Well what are you saying? I need to hear it because you have me dangling on a string here."
She laughed as she slipped another key through the front door of her room. "Maybe I don't want to give you the satisfaction."
"Maybe I need to hear it."
She walked through the living room and toward her bedroom. Sandy froze in the doorway and she took off her coat. He didn't know if he should go in, stay outside, make a move, keep his hands in his pockets. He really didn't want to screw up whatever she had in mind.
"Well I brought you here at ..." She looked at her watch, not believing it wasn't even noon. She never had sex this early in the day. She wasn't really a morning sex type person. "eleven-thirty which is something I never do but I was curious about your promise. So what does that tell you?"
"It tells me you are hoping for something better."
"No." She got serious and walked over to him but left a comfortable space between them. "Guess again."
"I'm taking your advice and am done trying to figure things out." Sandy scooped her into his arms so fast, almost as if she was going to disintegrate into thin air if he didn't do it quickly. His face inches from hers, he spoke again, "I am going to kiss you and I know I'm not going to be able to stop, so if you have any objections, speak now." He started to lean in and Kirsten's knees went weak knowing that she was in for it.
"You really have the lawyer-speak down, huh?"
Sandy pulled his body away from the door frame and spun her around so her back was leaning against it. He pressed his hard body and hard cock against her. He made sure she felt the swelling in his pants and knew when she let out a deep breath that he had her in a good spot. "You wonder why it was quick? We haven't even kissed and you are doing things to me, I never thought imaginable."
"I bet you say that to all the girls." She finally leaned in wanting to taste him.
He pulled back making sure she heard this before they began. "There are no other girls. Not anymore."
He met her lips and kissed her hard. He took a deep breath through his nose, needing air because his heart was pumping, but would never break this kiss. Everything about her felt incredible. Having her in his arms gave him a sense of completeness.
Her tough girl facade quickly vanished as soon as she was in his arms. She couldn't think of anything she wanted more than she wanted Sandy Cohen right at that moment. She opened her mouth welcoming his tongue and she twirled her own around his. She wanted to encourage him to do what ever he pleased.
As soon as he felt her tongue, his intensity increased, needing to get her naked. His hands found their way to the hem of her sweater, and in one motion, pulled it over her head. He stood there amazed as he stared at her breasts being held in a hunter green lace bra. It wasn't that he didn't notice her hard nipples pointing at him, but his mind was occupied with how sexy her style was. Everything she wore was classy, elegant and oozed wealth, but it was also incredibly sexy.
He moved his hands to her back and she wrapped her arms around his neck willing him to come closer. She turned them around so they could step in her room. She leaned in missing the feeling of his lips against hers, even though it was only seconds before that they parted. He followed her, their lips locked, their tongues dancing, their hands roaming and Sandy used his foot to kick the door shut.
She was grateful for his swift move, knowing they definitely did not want to be interrupted. Emily would be at class all day and she didn't think Paul and her would be doing this same exact thing at the same exact time. She felt his hands roam right to her ass and smiled through their kiss as she felt his hand desperately moving her skirt up to touch the skin underneath.
His hands could be anywhere and she would have trembled. She loved how warm, gentle and caring they were. His movements were always slow and seductive, but Kirsten's patience were running out. She ripped his shirt up and over his head. She didn't care that his hands had to leave her ass, she wanted to see that hard body of his.
Her hands went from releasing the material of his shirt, straight to the button on his jeans. She worked fiercely wanting to see the bulge that her groin was so fortunate to feel moments earlier. As soon as he realized what she was doing, he knew he had to distract her because her hands moving in that direction was not going to help him in the longevity department.
He moved his hands to the front of her body, rubbing the skin that was exposed below the hem of her skirt. He slid his had upwards, now massaging the inside of her thigh. Kirsten immediately moved her hands to his shoulders, using them to steady herself as he hands began to get lost underneath her clothing.
That worked, he thought to himself. He moved his lips down her jaw line and over to her ear. He remembered how sensitive she was in this area and just wanted to hear her moan. As he used his lips to suck her ear lobe, his hand cupped her sex and teased her with his index and middle finger through her underwear. He couldn't help but notice the thin lacy material that met his fingertips.
She knew she was losing control. She could barely hold herself up her knees were so weak. She let out a deep breath that she felt like she had been holding, not caring what it sounded like. She lifted her leg, partly hoping Sandy would go deeper, partly hoping he would hold it up and steady her.
He hooked his arm underneath her knee cap, holding her up slightly, her leg wrapped around him, her heel digging into his back. He pushed her underwear to the side to allow him access to her folds. He used his index finger and played on the outside before plunging it into her. She was so wet, he just wanted his dick to be there, but he knew he had to wait and make this worth her while. He moved his finger in a circular motion, feeling all of her inner walls. She gasped, again not caring what he thought. This felt to good to hold anything back.
"You are so fucking sexy." He whispered it into her ear and he continued to kiss that area. Her moaning got to him and he wanted her to encourage her to be as loud as she wanted. God knows he loved it.
As he slid his middle finger into her, she gasped again. He started to feel himself lose a little bit more control, but was trying to think of anything that would keep him grounded. He pulsated his two fingers in and out, wondering if she would enjoy a third. He didn't want to push it and she seemed to be enjoying this.
As Sandy moved his lips down toward her breasts, he removed his fingers from her insides, and moved them toward the clasp of her bra. He wanted to taste any part of her he could. As soon as her bra snapped off, his mouth sought her nipple. He used his lips to suck at them gently and his tongue to flick at their hardness.
She needed to touch him. She wanted to feel him inside her. She didn't want to wait for him. She couldn't wait for him. She pulled her leg out of his grasp and set it back on the floor. She pushed him back against the door and started to work at getting him naked. She pulled at the button and zipper hard, not caring how desperate she seemed. His jeans pooled at his ankles as she started to strip him of his boxers. He wanted to slow down, wanted this to last, but she was really testing him.
He moved his lips to her other breast, but she continued to push his boxers down. Damn, that didn't work, he thought. Again he turned his thoughts to anything but her and how good she tasted, how good she felt. He wanted her to be satisfied and just when he thought about moving his lips downward and really tasting her, he felt her hands on his shaft, rolling her thumb over the tip, causing it to be his turn to moan out loud. "You're the one that's got good hands, Kirsten."
He moved his hands back to her ass and started to lift up her skirt to reveal the matching hunter green lace underwear. He wondered if all her undergarments matched. As the hem of the skirt rested on her hips, Sandy pulled the string elastic down her long slender legs. She stepped out of them, balancing herself on her still worn heels. He kept his face close to hers, wanting to kiss her, but wanting to express his feelings at that moment. "Kirsten..."
She cut him off with her lips. She pushed her now naked body into his, urging him closer. When he didn't make a move, she took his dick in her hands and guided it to her entrance, clearly telling him what she wanted. Again, when he didn't respond, she pulled herself back and looked into his eyes. She was out of breath, but managed to get out, "Is something wrong?"
He smiled at her, knowing he had more control right now than she did. "Just trying to prove that I've got stamina." He started kissing her again, wanting to savor every moment of this. She grabbed his dick again pulling it toward her closer, feeling his tip touch her wet entrance. She pulled her lips away to get out, "Sandy, please..."
"Do you always get what you want?" He nudged himself inside her a little bit.
"Always!"
He loved hearing her beg for it. It is probably something she never did and almost made him see a naughty side to her. He reached down to the pocket of his pants and pulled out his wallet to remove a condom. As much as he hated it, he sheathed himself, knowing it was necessary. He moved his hands to her ass and lifted her up as she instinctively wrapped both her legs around him. He spun her around and at the same time she felt her back slam against the door, his hard dick plunged all the way into her. She moaned again at the familiar pressure she so desperately had been waiting weeks for. He moaned loving how wet she felt and how she clearly was enjoying herself.
As he moved in and out of her, he thought of sports, politics, magazines, tv shows...anything other than what he was doing. He didn't want to come. He had to do everything in his power to make her come first. He circled his hips, making sure he felt all of her insides. He changed speed watching her eyelids rise and fall. As soon, as he put his mouth by her ear, he heard her murmur, "Mmmm, so close." He opened his mouth and dipped his tongue in her ear and it sent her over the edge. He felt her muscles clamp down around his shaft and he pushed into her harder. She shut her eyes tightly and she wanted to savor this but knew she had to let go. She let out a moan that sounded like a painful cry.
While she came down from her high, she slowed down his pace. He knew he didn't have much more in him, but he was going to try.
Kirsten wanted him to come. She didn't want him to not enjoy this because she had him so wrapped up about his stamina. She slid her hands between the little bit of space they had between them and massaged his balls. Sandy knew, at that point, no amount of alternate thinking was going to help his situation. He came as soon as he felt her fingertips on him. He tried to remain quiet, not make a noise to give her any indication of how good this felt. He let out a small grunt when really he felt like screaming.
She was surprised at this, but didn't say anything. She was too embarrassed at this point. He slowly put her back on the ground, rested his head on her shoulder as he caught his breath, going limp inside her. He removed himself from her, waiting for her to make some kind of snide comment about how she still expected better.
She waited for him to say something...anything to make the awkwardness that fell over them go away. When he didn't, she put her head down, focusing her attention on straightening her skirt, pulling it back down. He turned his back to her as he removed the condom, definitely not wanting her to see how small he was now.
"Sandy I..."
"Kirsten, where..."
"Go ahead." Kirsten wanted Sandy to speak first. She wanted him to tell her everything was okay. That he thought this was half as incredible as she thought it was.
"Where do you want me to dispose of this?" He held up the used condom, finally looking her in the eye, only now noticing the nervousness in her eyes.
"Um, I guess flush it?" She didn't know. What did he normally do? Jimmy always took care of that sort of thing. He never bothered her about it.
It was right then and there that he realized she didn't do this often. Her uncertainty spoke volumes to him. As he got himself dressed, he walked to the bathroom and flushed the condom. On his way back, he thought about what he was going to say, without it turning into an argument. As he grabbed his shirt off the floor, he started to speak. "I would ask you to take a nap with me, but seeing as this is your room, and there was no invitation, I guess I am going to go."
"Sandy, I have class that I told you before I was going to make."
He smiled thinking that she meant that to bruise his ego a little bit. He walked over to her. "You don't do this often, do you?"
"Have sex in the middle of the afternoon?" She asked. "No."
"Have sex in general?"
She was a little offended. She didn't know where he was going with this, but she took it as insulting. Was she that bad that he was able to tell Jimmy was her only other sexual partner?
He saw her walls building and needed to knock them down fast. "Please don't take that the wrong way. It's just, I would have never been able to tell until you mentioned flushing the condom. You seemed so uncertain about that."
She couldn't believe how well he read her. He didn't understand why it mattered, unless her previous concerns about her performance were true. "Did you have fun?" She was just going to put it out there.
He couldn't believe she was this insecure. "Are you serious?"
"Just answer the question."
He didn't think words could express how he felt at that moment. He cupped her face and kissed her ever so gently. "You have no idea what you do to me, and I find that extremely sexy."
"So, does it matter if I don't have random sex often?" She still was searching an answer to why he would ask such a question.
He still held her face staring into her eyes. "No, it doesn't matter at all. You just always surprise me. I just wonder how you are so good at something you don't do often."
"Well I'm good at a lot of things." She replied, regaining her self-confidence.
His eyes widened, knowing this girl could keep him on his toes for the rest of his life if he let her. "Well then, how about blowing off your class and laying down next to me for a few hours?"
"That's not one of the things I'm good at!" It wasn't that she didn't want to, but she had to keep him wanting a little bit from her. Even if it was something where his intentions where nothing short of romantic and sweet.
He laughed at her now. "I'll get you in my arms one day."
She pulled his shirt out of his hands and slammed it in his chest. "Get dressed because you can't stay here because I have to go to class."
"Fine! But I'll walk you."
As they walked out, he took his hand and gently slapped her ass.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Sorry, I just can't help it. I'll say it again. You have an unbelievable ass."
"You have to stop."
"You have to learn how to take a compliment."
She hadn't said anything about what happened between them physically. He felt as if he poured his heart out to reassure her and she offered him nothing. He couldn't let that go. "So, did I live up to my promise?"
She smiled knowing he needed just as much reassurance even though she could never understand why. "What do you think?"
"Come on Kirsten. Don't do this to me."
She smiled as they arrived in front of the building. "You exceeded any expectations I previously had." With that she turned around and headed into the building. Sandy just smiled to himself, happy with that answer.
Back in her dorm room later that night, Kirsten was staring into space thinking about how she spent her afternoon. She was not aware of the fact that Emily was watching her in amusement.
"Do you see something on the back of our door that I don't? It seems to hold a great deal of interest to you."
Kirsten blushed, trying to think of an answer, but came up with nothing. She just smiled slyly making throwing Emily for a loop. "Okay spill. You have that guilty pleasure look on your face."
Kirsten threw her body back into her pillows, frustrated at her realizations, dying to tell Emily, but not knowing where to start. "God, Em, I'm falling for him."
"Who? Does this have to do with Sandy?"
"Yeah. Who else?"
"Well, Paul did mention Sandy was here today."
"He did? What did he say?"
"I don't know. He said he couldn't violate the guy code, so I expect you to help me start a girl code. So spill!"
"He was here. The back of that door took the brunt of our latest encounter." She was slightly embarrassed, not wanting to look at Emily. She just stared at the ceiling, miraculously hoping the answers would be found there. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"
"Kirsten, I don't know what you have gotten yourself into, if you don't tell me what's going on."
She sat up, focusing her attention on Emily, carefully choosing her words. "I've never felt this way about anyone before, and it's Sandy. Sandy Cohen, a guy all of us knew better than to get involved with. I'm such an idiot."
"You are not an idiot. He's a charmer. We all just stayed away because we were too scared. You took a chance and it sounds like it is going well. Right now, I really don't see a major problem here."
"The problem is I can't read him. I don't know if he is just playing games with my head or if he is being sincere with the things he says."
"Well what has he said that throws you off?"
She sounded annoyed when she spoke. "He gives me all these compliments and acts so sweet like he means them. I am just waiting for him to rip the carpet out from underneath and it is going to kill me."
"He gives you compliments? That is what you are complaining about?"
Kirsten remembered what he said earlier that afternoon. "He said there were not going to be any other girls in his life. How can I seriously believe that? It's Sandy. He can't help being the way he is. Does he think I am stupid and just expects me to believe that?"
"Kirsten, I only see this one way. If you don't give him the chance to prove himself, you will never really know the answer. I know it is risky, but you really don't have any other choice."
"I hate playing head games." Kirsten knew she had to do so to keep her guard up a little bit, although she knew it had already fallen.
First Friday in FebruaryKirsten and Sandy were seeing a lot of each other the past few weeks. He knew her class schedule by heart and he tried to meet up with her as much as his schedule allowed. Kirsten would never admit it, but she was always disappointed when he wasn't there when she got out of class. She hated that he had her looking for him. She hated that she felt like she was thirteen years old and was gushing over this boy, but she couldn't help it. They were complete opposites, but they fit like a glove. None of it made sense and she was tired of trying to figure it out.
She laughed at his jokes and he was amazed by her determination. She loved watching him study and he loved watching her walk across campus. She realized how big of a heart he had and he realized that beneath all the money and power, it really meant nothing to her. More importantly, the passion in their relationship was nothing to be denied.
After their afternoon tryst, neither had the capability to keep their hands off each other. They usually went to Sandy's house after classes, but Kirsten still unable to sleep well next to him, usually went home. Kirsten was not a big fan of public displays of affection, but Sandy was helping her get over that. There had even been the one night coming home from The Black Oak that she actually dragged him into the alleyway. The same alleyway, that just a few months ago, Sandy kissed her to stop talking. She was drunk, of course, but Sandy wasn't going to pass up that opportunity. He loved to think that he was changing her a little bit and she felt the same way about him.
Neither of them spoke of where their relationship was heading. Neither wanted to bring it up, worrying that the other person was not on the same page. It was like they were ignoring the elephant in the room, but neither really cared. As long as it wasn't brought up, they were both safe.
Emily and Kirsten decided since it was a grey and rainy Friday, they were going to The Black Oak early for happy hour. Emily was really happy for Kirsten even though she thought her and Sandy were not being smart by ignoring their intentions. As they polished off their second bottle of wine, they were now laughing uncontrollably.
Trevor walked in by himself and saw the two girls, grabbed himself a beer, and made his way over to their table. It wasn't long before they were immersed in a conversation that was highly inappropriate. When one sleazy guy and two drunk girls start talking about sexual things, the conversation was bound to get out of control.
A few hours later, Paul and Sandy were making their way to The Black Oak discussing how it probably was not going to be a good thing that Emily and Kirsten were there for about four hours already.
"So, I'm thinking of asking Emily to move in with me after the semester is over. I figure we could spend the summer in Berkeley and hopefully I can find a job in the area after graduation. I am thinking of asking her on Valentine's Day. What do you think?"
"You are really serious about her huh?"
"I'm telling you Sandy, she is it for me."
"That great, and I think she will say yes."
"I hope so. Have you thought about what you will be doing on Valentine's Day?"
"Me? Probably nothing. Kirsten and I have not exactly defined what we are, and to be honest, I don't want to push it. Things are going so great right now, and I don't want to be the one to ruin it. I feel like I am coasting on a cloud right now."
"And how long do you think that will last?"
"I hope forever." He gave Paul a wink as he walked in the bar. He immediately spotted Kirsten with a glass of wine in her hand at a table with Emily and Trevor. Trevor, Sandy thought. Kirsten didn't mention she was going out with him tonight. Why would she try and hide that? He watched Trevor's non-verbal behavior, knowing exactly what was going through his head. He was trying to make his move, and drunk Kirsten was oblivious to it. Sandy tried to distract himself and suggested to Paul that they get a drink. As they made their way over the bar, Sandy's eyes never left Kirsten, waiting to see if she made any move toward Trevor. Paul noticed where Sandy's eyes were locked and wanted to put his friend at ease.
"I wouldn't worry about it. Trevor is probably just being obnoxious and Kirsten looks wasted. Don't read too much into it."
"That guy just gets under my skin."
"Well there was never love lost between you two, especially when it come to Kirsten."
They grabbed their drinks and made their way over to the table housing three very drunk students. None of them noticed Paul and Sandy's arrival, too engrossed in their conversation. Sandy couldn't believe his ears when he finally heard what they were talking about.
"Yeah right Trevor. I don't believe you for a second."
"Well I can prove it to you." He answered her seductively.
Kirsten now was laughing at him, knowing that would never happen. "You just don't seem like the type."
"How do you perceive me?"
"You are one of those guys that is probably very selfish in the sack. You probably have no idea how to really satisfy a woman."
"I bet he knows, he just doesn't care." Emily was now partaking in the conversation and Sandy could sense Paul tensing up.
Trevor barely turned his attention to Emily, clearly making his move on Kirsten. "No woman has ever complained before."
"Probably because you're out the door too fast, you don't give her a chance." Kirsten was always quick witted.
Sandy couldn't understand why they were all having this conversation. Why did Kirsten even care?
"I bet you wouldn't complain one bit." He winked at her.
Sandy felt like lunging at this guy. He didn't know what made him more mad, the fact that Trevor was speaking to her like that or the fact that Kirsten wasn't getting mad. She just kind of played into the conversation.
"Your cockiness is appalling."
"You know what would be appalling, if I couldn't get you to experience a multiple orgasm in a five minute window of time with me."
"Please..." Kirsten started to argue the point, but was interrupted by Sandy.
He could feel the anger rising within him, but Sandy knew calm, cool and collective was always the best route. "Too bad you'll never find out." He pulled up a chair next to Kirsten putting his arm around her shoulder, making somewhat of a possessive move.
Trevor was annoyed. "I didn't know Kirsten needed someone else to make her decisions for her."
Kirsten smiled lazily at Sandy. "Hey you, when did you get here?" Her words were slurred, indicating just how wasted she was.
"Why don't we get you out of here?" Sandy didn't want to tell her what to do, but knew she needed to go home. She had way too much to drink, and he was just looking out for her best interest.
"I want to stay." She said it in a pleading sort of voice.
"Yeah Sandy, she wants to stay."
Kirsten didn't have a clue to what was going on between Trevor and Sandy. She took her hand and shook Sandy's chin as she said, "You see Trevor, Sandy here, is the type of man who really knows how to satisfy a woman."
Sandy started getting up, wanting to desperately get her out of there. Their sexual relationship was not something he wanted Trevor to know anything about. '"Alrighty, lets go Kirsten."
Kirsten struggled to get out of his grasp. Trevor was not going to let Sandy drag her away so easily. "All you have to do is give me the chance to prove it to you and I..."
Trevor didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. Kirsten was laughing, but Sandy was utterly pissed. He let go of Kirsten and pulled Trevor out of his chair by his collar. "Shut up. I don't want you ever to speak to her that way." He shook him to get his message across. "Do you understand me? She's not interested. Take a hint!" He loosened his grip, annoyed at himself for losing his cool. He gently turned back to Kirsten who was watching a little bit horrified, a little bit turned on that Sandy was finally showing his true feelings. "Kirsten, I would like to take you home. Will you let me take you home?" He was almost begging her to oblige, not wanting to cause any more of a scene.
"Okay." She walked ahead of him, not having the right frame of mind to say goodbye to Emily or Paul. By the time she reached outside, she was laughing.
Again, he couldn't figure this one out. "What could you be possibly laughing at?" He was starting to let his anger go.
"I'm laughing at you."
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" He put his arm around her waist, steadying her swaying walk.
"I think it's funny that you think you have to right to decide what people can and cannot say to me."
"Kirsten, he was totally disrespecting you."
"No he wasn't. He was flirting. There's a difference."
That's when Sandy had a realization. "You actually liked it, didn't you?"
Kirsten walked over to him, closing the space between them. She threw her arms around his neck as she spoke. "You know, this jealousy thing is very sexy."
"I'm not jealous and you're very drunk."
She kissed him square on the mouth, wanting to deepen the kiss, but thoughts she wanted to get out invaded her brain. "Well, the way I see it, that can only work in your favor."
They continued walking toward her dorm room, Sandy deep in thought about what his rights were when it came to Kirsten. He realized he never wanted anyone to speak to her like that. It wasn't just Trevor, although that guy particularly bothered him. It was any man. He knew they had to eventually talk about them as a couple. He had to face reality that if he wanted to have her all to himself, he had to make a commitment. That was something he swore he would never do again.
Once they were inside her room, Kirsten noticed how quiet Sandy had been on the walk home, lost in his own thoughts. She made her way over to him, roughly pushing him toward her bed. As her hands roamed his chest, she whispered, "The fact that you are so quiet leads me to believe you are not in the mood to talk." Sandy took a seat on the edge of the bed as she stood in between his legs, running her fingers through his wavy, jet black hair.
"Kirsten, there is a lot I want to say to you. I..."
Kirsten didn't pick up on the seriousness of his voice. She was barely listening when she cut him off, speaking slow and seductively. "You know, I give you the ultimate compliment before and you say nothing in return."
He wanted to tell her what he was thinking on the way home, but she was moving this in a different direction. She knelt in front of him, moving her hands down his chest and to the button on his pants. There was no woman sexier than her, he thought. He looked at where her hands were going when he replied. "You can't possibly expect me to think straight right now. Refresh my memory."
She laughed loving how good he always made her felt. She pulled down his pants once they were undone and his boxers immediately followed. As she bent her head toward his shaft, he felt her long blonder hair tickle his inner thighs. With one of her hands cupping his balls, and the other at his base, he felt her warm breath on him as she asked, "Do I know how to satisfy a man?"
Before he had a chance to answer, she started to blow him. As both her hands worked their magic, she used her tongue to swirl, her teeth to graze and her cheeks to suck. He wanted to tell her that no woman had the capabilities that she had. No woman curled his toes as fast she she could. No woman turned him on as much as she ever could. But the words were stuck in the back of his throat, the only noise coming from him was a loud groan.
As he ran his fingers through her hair, she pulled herself away from him as she smiled. "I'll take that as a yes." Within a second her mouth was back on him and her tongue circled his tip. He was trying to hold out and prolong this awesome feeling, but he couldn't. He didn't want to come in her mouth. It didn't seem right, not knowing her stance on it. He felt his balls tighten and knew there was nowhere to go. He roughly pulled her head away, wanting her dodge the explosion. The cold air hitting his dick, helped him calm down and regroup.
He pulled her close, undressed her and for the first time, instead of fucking her, he felt like he was making love to her. He knew he couldn't live without this woman. He was in too deep and knew there was no safe way out.
It was pretty late by the time Sandy lifted himself off of her and dragged himself to the other side of the room to gather his clothes. As he got dressed, he thought about how badly he wanted to stay with her, just hold her in his arms all night. But he knew better. He knew that she would never sleep and he didn't want to cause her any discomfort. As he pulled on his boxers, he heard her small voice.
"Where are you going?" She was half asleep and probably still a little drunk.
He walked over to her with his pants in his hand. He looked into her eyes, brushing her hair off her forehead. "I figured I would go home, sleep in my own bed. But I'll call you tomorrow. After that performance, how could I not?" He winked at her as he started to pull his pants on.
"Stay here with me." She smiled up at him lazily, knowing what she was asking. She didn't want him to leave. She wanted to feel his warm body against hers, his strong arms around her. She was still a little tipsy, but she knew what she was asking. She figured the alcohol would help her sleep if she had trouble in Sandy's arms.
Sandy looked at her shocked. "Kirsten, you never stay over at my place."
"I know, but I want you to sleep here next to me."
"Really?" Sandy couldn't have been happier. He didn't want to ask, and she beat him to it. He was convinced now that he was ready to broach the subject of their future. He didn't want to dance around the issue anymore. He took his pants back off and slid into bed next to her. As he felt her bare back against his chest, he felt her relax and drift off to sleep.
Sandy didn't sleep at all. He just watched Kirsten sleep all night, pleased that she didn't wake at all. He wasn't stupid. He realized that her sleep was alcohol induced, but he felt like one of Kirsten's toughest walls was slowly crumbling down.
As morning approached, Kirsten slowly woke and noticed Sandy was awake. She had her head rested on his chest and he was playing with her hair staring at the ceiling.
"How long have you been up?"
"All night. I think I'm still in shock that you let me stay. How are you feeling this morning?"
Just then, the previous nights events were playing in head, which suddenly started to hurt. "Like a dump truck is parked on my head."
"That good huh?" He started to get up and reached for the bottle of aspirin and grabbed a small bottle of water out of the mini-fridge set on the floor of her room.
"Thanks. I can get used to this." She smiled gratefully as Sandy climbed back into bed.
"So I have to ask you what made you change your mind?"
"About you staying over?"
"Have you changed your mind about anything else concerning me?"
She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. "Definitely not." She thought about her answer, but didn't come up with anything logical. "I don't know. I just knew I didn't want you to leave and for the first time I slept next to someone and slept through the night. It felt pretty good."
Sandy couldn't help but ask. "Not even with Jimmy?"
She raised an eyebrow at him, surprised he would ask something so personal about her past. It really wasn't something they discussed. At least it opened the door for her. "Especially not with Jimmy. He was tough to share a bed with, plus we never really were in the position to lounge around in bed all day and have sleepovers at night."
"And with others?" He was now really digging for information.
She felt so small. She didn't want to answer him, but knew she had to. There was no way out. "There were no others." She spoke in almost a whisper, clearly embarrassed.
Sandy was sure he heard her, but what she was saying couldn't be true. She was definitely too sexy and too experienced for him to be her only other sexual partner. He turned onto his side, propping his head up with his hand, getting a better look at her face. He used the other hand to tilt her face so she would look him in the eyes. "Kirsten, why wouldn't you ever tell me that?"
"Because it's embarrassing."
"Embarrassing? Why would you feel that way?"
"I don't know. I guess I knew the type of guy you were and I thought that you and I would have never done this if you knew." She watched his face as he seriously thought about what she said. "Sandy, you know I'm right."
"Maybe." It all didn't make sense. "So then why did you make it like it was no big deal for you and I to have casual sex?"
"What's with all the questions?"
"I have been up all night thinking about us and just when I think I got you figured out, you throw a curve ball at me. I promise that's the last one."
"Ok, but then it's my turn. I guess I wanted to let loose a little bit and have fun and not be committed to anything. Jimmy and I were so serious that the alternate intrigued me. I know, it doesn't make sense, but I think I am handling it well."
"Handling it?"
"Yeah, don't you think so? Why? Have you felt pressure from me about anything? If you have, that was not my intention."
"No, not at all. I think that is why you always have me coming back for more. You keep me on my toes and I like it. And it doesn't hurt that you are so incredibly sexy."
"Oh, I'm sure right now I look real sexy with smudged make-up and messed up hair."
"Well, being naked helps!" He nuzzled his head in her neck, breathing in, "And you still smell so good."
"You're insane." She laughed, knowing he was trying to distract her, but she had questions of her own. She gently pushed him away and propped herself up, tuning on her side, so she was facing him. She kept one hand on the top of the sheet, holding it up to cover her bare chest. "What did Rebecca do to you?"
Sandy was caught off guard and put his defenses up. "Wow, that's bold."
"Hey, I answered all your questions and since you are so secretive about it, you had to know that it was coming."
Sandy knew she owed her at least some sort of an answer. She was honest with him and she deserved a little bit of that back. "I really don't like talking openly about it, so ask me questions. It will make it easier."
It wasn't until then that Kirsten realized he was not fully over whatever happened. "I know that she hurt you, hence your ultimate fear of commitment."
"I'm getting over that." He interrupted.
"Okay, but that doesn't explain what she did. Sandy, I feel like I know you now and she must have done something terrible to make someone who has such a big heart, close it off to the rest of the world."
He loved how she complimented him. She didn't do it often, so when she did, he knew she meant it. "Just picture falling in love with someone where you think everything is as close to perfect as possible and having that person walk out of your life without a look back."
"I'm sure whatever happened, she was hurt too." Kirsten was trying to imagine turning her own back on Sandy and she didn't think that it was possible.
"She was there one moment and gone the next. I didn't even get to say goodbye. There was no closure. It took me a long time to figure out that I could have never meant half as much as she meant to me. That was the part that hurt. I thought I was smarter than that, but she managed to make a fool out of me."
"Sandy..."
"Kirsten, don't. I can't handle your sympathy. I was so sick and tired of everyone's pity. It was just easier to close everyone off."
"Sandy, you can't stay like that forever."
"I know."
Kirsten could tell Sandy was done talking about it. "Well I, for one, should thank her," She pulled her naked body on top of his, pushing him flat on his back. She continued, "otherwise I would have never gotten to know what it was like to have sex this good."
She started kissing his neck, loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around her. Their passion was deep, but was rudely interrupted by the shrill ring of the phone. Kirsten broke the kiss, perturbed by who would be calling her this early on a Saturday morning. Sandy tried pulling her back down.
"Forget it. Let it ring."
Kirsten looked at the phone wanting to answer it, but didn't want to pull away from Sandy. She rolled off of him but continued to kiss him. After the fourth ring, the machine picked up and the greeting played out loud, partially ruining the mood. Sandy was trying his best to keep her focused, kissing her neck, roaming his hands.
"Kiki, this is your father. Where could you possibly be at this time..." As her father's voice echoed in her room, her whole body tensed, reaching for the phone next to her, pulling herself out of Sandy's grasp. The mood was completely ruined.
"Dad, hi. No I was awake. I was just lying in bed..." Kirsten was trying to keep her voice steady, not wanting to give her father any indication that right now she was lying there naked, with a guy he would never approve of.
Sandy watched Kirsten in amazement. He couldn't believe a girl who had it all together, all of the time, would get this flustered over talking to her father. What was it about him that intimidated her so much? Sandy listened intently to the one sided conversation, trying to make out exactly what they were talking about.
"No Dad, I wasn't planning on coming home... No, I'm not trying to be difficult... Let me guess, there is going to be a big party and I have to come right?... I understand the importance, I always do... "Dad, just because Jimmy is going to be there, has no affect on my decisions..."
She looked over at Sandy, watching him listen to her. She could only imagine what he was thinking. She mouthed the word "Sorry" to him to apologize for the interruption. He listened as she continued, but his mind was focusing more on what was already said. She was asked to go home for some sort of swanky party. She was told that she had to be there. She knew that Jimmy would be there as well. He realized her father had no clue his precious daughter was lying naked with him, acting naughty. He was turned on just thinking about it.
As she continued with her conversation, he thought about what he lost sleep over the previous night. He thought about how he wanted to discuss their future and where he wanted them to go from here. He thought about bringing it up now, although he was still nervous about her reaction. Maybe he would wait and see if she brought up this party to him. He hoped that she would want to invite him, but he still couldn't get a good read on her. He really wanted to go, mainly because he knew Jimmy would be there. He decided he was going to leave it up to her. If she invited him, that would signal that she felt the same way as he did. If she didn't, he would just continue on this path that was really headed nowhere.
"You know there doesn't have to be anyone else to know Jimmy is not for me. I am sick and tired of telling you that."
Sandy smiled, watching her become frustrated. She leaned his body against her as she now lying flat on her back. He started to trail kisses down her neck toward her chest, making his way down further. She covered the phone receiver and whispered, "Sandy, stop that." She was smiling as she said it indicating she wasn't mad. His head was fully submerged under the sheets, now leaving kisses on her stomach.
"Dad, I have to go...the library, but I will see you in a few weeks okay?"
She then felt butterfly kisses in between her upper thighs, knowing she had to get off the phone immediately. Her dad was rambling about something when she felt his lips on her folds. She gasped, but quickly recovered.
"No Dad, it was just a spider." She then felt his tongue plunge into her and she couldn't bare it anymore. "Dad, I really have to go. Bye." She hung up quickly and used her hands to grip the sheets, moaning loudly now. It didn't take long for her to come and when Sandy made his way back up to her, she said, "I am so going to get you for that."
They stayed in bed for the rest of the morning, neither bringing up the phone conversation. Kirsten figured Sandy would not be interested in hearing her complain about her father. Sandy figured Kirsten really didn't want to talk about it. He wished she would have brought up the party, but she didn't. She thought about mentioning the party to Sandy, knowing she would be so much happier if he was there with her, but there was no way he would want to come. Plus, why would she subject him to all the scrutiny, never mind the dealings with her father?
He put his plans to speak with her about their future on hold. He knew now, he was getting in deeper than she was. How could he let this happen?
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